[The line of his eyes draws something fond, although not aimed at Hibiki herself. It feels like a pang in his chest, flurrying through his ribcage that has nothing to do with how injured he isβsome sort of longing.] Mother Nyx is always like that.
[Starry-haired, dark-voiced; eyes bright like the moon. He almost winces at calling her 'Mother' out of habit, now knowing the truth. But who isn't she, if but the one who raised him along her real progeny?] You can never tell if it's night or day, whether you're in Tartarus, Asphodel, or Elysium. Ixion sure lights everything up, but it's very difficult to say.
[A head tilt.] Do you think they get brighter if we travel further away? I'd like to see that.
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[Starry-haired, dark-voiced; eyes bright like the moon. He almost winces at calling her 'Mother' out of habit, now knowing the truth. But who isn't she, if but the one who raised him along her real progeny?] You can never tell if it's night or day, whether you're in Tartarus, Asphodel, or Elysium. Ixion sure lights everything up, but it's very difficult to say.
[A head tilt.] Do you think they get brighter if we travel further away? I'd like to see that.